Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1887-01-21

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/ Warren was a sort of favorite in
! the neighborhood, and all were glad TO
| see him back. Mrs. Arnold and even
her daughter, Miss Halle, sprightly
little creature with a somewhat tlorid
! complexion and hair, and a face con-
I siderably freckled, came to him and
insisted so earnestly that he should go
/ home with them for dinner that he
could not refuse. There was to be
preaching at night and he could go
home with his parents then, so after
the sermon was over he got into Mr..
Arnold's carriage and sat down by the
side of Miss Halle, whom he had known
since childhood. Miss Halle did her
best in her shallow way to entertain
him, but a conversation on beauX and
dress has but little attraction for a
young man whose clothes still have the
college smell upon them.
The sermon at night was far more
impressive to our hero than the one in
the morning. Mr.. Blase Gold Blaze,
blue Blaze and many other blazes, rs
he was called) took his text from
Matthew the XIV. and fortieth verse
And the King shall answer and say
unto them: Verify l say unto you
Inasmuch as We have done it unto the
least of these, My brethren. ye have
done it unto Me-"
| His theme was charity, and every
word seemed like an arrow sent home
to Warren's heart. When he alluded
to 1.-THE least of these" the youth
thought of poor little Amos, crippled
and helpless, and there seemed to raise
above the minister mist, which took
the shape of an angel, the face of
which was Helen's. He alluded to the
sacrifice made by some noble women of
the earth whose names were now known
not to fame, but inscribed in Heaven,
and whose crown would be brightest
there. The sermon from beginning tC
end seemed inspired by the acts of he
roic self-sacrifice of that girl. Mr..
Blaze did not know there was such
II person in existence, yet, TO use one of
Peddler Pete's characteristic express
sions, his cloth was cut for any meas
ure.
Why had he not before noticed that
this real heroine was wasting her life
for her little brother, was the thought
that came to Warren's mind; Il will
see my father and mother about it. D."
Whn, ,,aonI,in,r NJ. Rlnr,r
and his wife consented to 90 home with
Mr.. Stuart, and Peddler Pete being
there, the wagon was full without War.
rem.
"Never mind me, father" he said,
Its only a nice walk and the moon
shines brightly" The truth is, our
young doctor preferred to walk alone,
that he might the better digest the dis
course he had heard.
Pete insisted on walking in his stead,
but he would not hear to it, and the
wagon rolled on with its human freight
leaving Warren a-foot and alone. He
started briskly down the wooded road
but had gone only short distance
when he almost ran against some one
who was tripping lightly along before
him.
Excuse rse," he said. There was
timid acceptance of the apology, ant
the slight form drew back in the darl
part of the road for him to pass.
at is so dark here !" said Warren
VERY dark, Mr.. Stuart" responded
voice, sweetly.
Il beg pardon, but is not this
Helen ?''
cit is, sir" was the timid response
"Were you at church ?"
"Yes sir"
"And are now on your way home
alone?"
Eyes sir, but don't mind it. an
not afraid and the walk is pleasant.
But you shall not go alone, Helen
/ will be your escort.
'Oh. if you please, sir, l am no
afraid" the girl said, timidly. "Th'
moon shines brightly, and | do no
want TO trouble you
Nonsense, Helen, it's no trouble t.
me-" he said, laughing, and he took he
arm as if she were some sreat lady.
They walked on and began to tall
about the sermon. Warren could no
but contrast the depth of Helen's con
versation with the shallowness of Halle
Arnold. As the timidity left her sh,
began to converse with knowledg,
surprising in hired girl. Where had
she learned so much? was the question
our hero asked himself As they came
out into more open part OF the road
the moon fell upon her upturned face
Oh, how lovely it looked. The large
| blue eyes were dark and brilliant. The
| unconfined hair was ringlets of gold
and the form, neatly, but not grandly,
attired, was beautiful.
They were just in the midst Of an an.
mated conversation upon the sermon
when the moons rays revealed the real
! loyeliness of Helen Lakeman. Warren
Arnold never has forgotten, and we are
assured he never will forget, that moon
light walk. He may have had other
happy moments in his life, but this,
the first dawning of pure love, was
the happiest moment Of his existence.
He asked Helen why she did not &c
TO church in the forenoon, and she
answered that having to get dinner she
did not have time. She only got an
opportunity to steal away and hear the
word Of God after she had done her
I days work and put little Amos to bed.
But why did you not go with
mother and sister in the carriage
/ She made no answer to this and War
rem bit his lip. There was room for
the minister, his wife. and even Peddler
Pete. but this poor girl, who was an
angel ON earth. after toiling all day
Sunday, was compelled to walk mile
and half to church The neglect Of
his parents. however, had given him
the blessed privilege Of Helen's COM
pany, and he had discovered how pre-
cious she was to him.
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